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Charcoal Pinstripes
Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
myself to look at him. Part of me was well aware of how attractive he was, young with a slight rough edge to his features, and I wondered if he actually had taken a woman or two on that very bench. When he passed me a silver pocket square I had to be careful not to touch him. We were joined minutes later by another person and I was certain to look up and verify that it was indeed Ruben before saying or doing anything. I tried to flow right into ‘we were talking about tie colors’ . . . but that didn’t matter. Ru could read the shift in my demeanor. His eyes narrowed, just slightly, and I knew his mental gears were turning, trying to sort it out. You can't be married for over a decade and not become tuned into your partner's mental state in some sense. On the way home, alone in my van with the radio turned off, I tried to assure myself that what I did was just a little slip up and it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, did it? I didn’t actually do anything wrong. I just made an ass out of myself. That’s hardly a crime. So why do I feel guilty? We both arrived at our home within minutes of each other, him first, of course, and I was tired of feeling bad for something that was, really, just outright silly. With my big girl panties on, I told him what happened—turned on, ménage, the embarrassing slip of tongue—all the while forcing myself to smile and laugh. By the time I finished, Ru’s eyes had widened, I sucked in a deep breath, and then he laughed with a loud, belting boom. ...